Tonight as I listen to the unusual sound of double-decker busses growling impatiently at the passenger pickup right below my window, I realize that that today London has provided more of the unexpected than the expected. I begin with mass transit. As scheduled and routine driven as is public transportation, I found myself thrown off stride sometimes by the Tube. First, understand that I am blessed to travel with Zac, who seems to have an inate understanding of the oldest subway system in the world. He has also planned the trip extremely well and purchased the tix in advance. But when we arrived at the London Gatwick airport, we were told that the subway tickets Zac had purchased were only good in London, not for the track from Gatwick to London. Who would've known that London Gatwick is not actually London?? That's what I mean – – mass transit always keeps me slightly off stride. Which brings me to my next point: England is obviously an English-speaking nation, but I heard v...